Pyromania

[Horatio Caine]

Horatio sitting at his desk received a call from a fellow cop. Great we have a pyro in town, he thought hanging up and standing. He leaned over his desk and punched in the following names:

Ryan Wolfe
Anya Veralusina
Aiden Hawthorne
Kate Switzer
Ashley Renolds
Eric Delko
Kyle Harmon

He clicked the send button and within seconds they would get an email telling them they are assigned to this case. He pulled on his over coat and hurried to the door and down the corridor. He told the front desk and they all nodded and went back to work. He turned and strode out of the lab and to his reserved parking space and left the crime lab.

15 minutes later he pulled up at the taped off and ready to go crime scene. He grabbed his kit and ducked under the crime tape and paused. The South Miami Hospital was almost completely burned to shreds. He looked around at a few firefighters putting the last of the scalding flames out and sighed. Who in the world would do this to a hospital? he asked himself. He shook his head and started to move around the entire perimeter of the building finding that ever square inch was burned. As he rounded the last corner he spotted a lot of officers questioning what looked like the remains of human torches, witnesses. They are so lucky to be alive, Horatio thought.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan had been playing FlyFF for a while, grinning when he had leveled up to sixty. "Yes! Job change!" he exclaimed cheerfully, and then the window popped up. He had a message. And he'd have to log-out. "Darn," he muttered, telling his party-mates he would be back later, and exiting the program. Going over to his e-mail, he scrolled down to the latest.

Horatio Caine.

A case!

Skimming through the text, he immediately stood and pulled on his work jacket; forgetting about the tie and running towards the outside of his home, slipping into his Hummer and making his way towards the crime scene.

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Nearly falling off in his haste, Ryan walked towards the Lieutenant, kit in his right hand and a pen in his left, remembering to raise the yellow tape and move his head under.

"A burned-down hospital? What the heck happened?"

[Horatio Caine]

As he continued to look around the premises for evidence he heard Ryan talk to him from behind. "Honestly I can not tell you. No one knows how it happened," Horatio said sadly. He started for the door and got the signal that it was fine to go inside, but to be careful. He nodded. "I mean who would want to burn down a hospital, there is already enough people in there who are dieing, they don't need to be helped from a fire that is for sure to kill them."

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan frowned at that, and followed Horatio in; putting on some latex gloves on his way. "Tell me about it. Some arseholes just don't know how much people struggle to survive, and now it was all for nothing," he muttered, and raised an eyebrow when he spotted a piece of paper; nearly burnt out by the fire. "H, I got something here," he stated, crouching down and picking it up; staring.

"Can't distinguish the words, though. I'll take this back to the lab and see what I can do," he said, placing it into a plastic bag.

[Kyle Harmon]

Kyle had quickly made his way over where he was designated the moment he received the e-mail ||and, of course, read it||. He blinked at the sight of all the rubble, frowning a little; to think some people would stoop to such a low, killing all those innocent people who had a chance to survive. They just couldn't wait for them to die, could they?

He walked towards the crime scene, and raised his head when a guard blocked him. "This is an active crime scene, kid. You're not permitted to go in," he stated, looking down at Kyle; the teenager pouting and placing his hands on his hips. "I got an e-mail stating that I could by Lieutenant Horatio Caine!" he retorted, glaring at the man. The guard, however, shook his head. "All lies. You're going to need to print that out and verify it with Lieutenant Caine himself," he muttered.

Kyle crossed his arms over his chest, sighing.

'Geez. People these days..'

[Horatio Caine]

Horatio circled the waiting room, he straightened his back when Ryan said he found something behind the front desk. "Nice work Mr. Wolfe, give that to me and I will go get an evidence box, OK?" Horatio said realizing they had forgot to grab one.

He took it from him and headed outside and started towards his hummer. He opened the trunk and grabbed a couple of plastic boxes out, and then closed and locked it. As he got near the crime scene tape ha seen Kyle. He came up from behind him "What seems to be the problem?"

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan nodded, before starting to walk around; trying to see if he would find anything. Taking out a notepad from his pocket, he placed the details of the case, and the time he had arrived. Then, subtracting a few minutes, he figured the approximate time of the burning.

Dang.

That was a long while back.

[Kyle Harmon]

Kyle blinked, looking behind him and finding none other than who he was looking for. "I need you to verify that you told this boy it was safe to enter a crime scene, Lieutenant," the guard stated, and the blond teenager frowned; rolling his eyes sarcastically at the way this guy just seemed to piss him off. He looked over towards the crime scene with a slight look of longing. Just waiting to get his hands on something.

Gloved hands.

[Anya Veralusina]

Although she rarely checked her email Anya for some reason
read it for the first time in about a month. She wasn't really
paying too much attention until she saw that Horatio Caine
sent her something. Great, she through with frustration.
What now? She was not really fond of the CSI's at all, but
then she read what the case was about. "Oh no," she murmured
sadly. "Why a hospital?" She didn't bother logging off,
but instead grabbed her vest and then threw on her long
sleeved black shirt before heading out the door. She arrived on
the scene within minutes. Horatio Caine was obviously already
there, and there was also another CSI she hadn't met yet, not
that she really cared, anyways. She wasn't a social person.
She headed towards the scene, her eyes wary, gazing at the
rubble of the hospital. A flash fire or fury raced through her as
thoughts burst in her mind.

Stupid pieces of filth that did this! How could someone be
such selfish, ****headed bastards? How could they kill so
many innocent people in here? Hospitals were a place for hope,
family, and grief. Not for mass homicides. She thought of her
own family, all dead from the plane crash. If only she could have
helped them... And these people.... She couldn't help them either.
But she could at least help to find the pieces of **** that did
this. She walked closer to the scene, the smell of smoke causing
no effect. She grew up around smoke in Maine, from burning
wood and other fuels to help keep warm. She also went
through a plane crash, so that helped a bit with the resistance.
She did not greet the CSI, but looked at the scene. Caine was
speaking with a cop who seemed to be blocking a teen from
entering... Big deal...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Continuing to search for any sort of trace, Ryan sighed heavily. He hadn't quite expected to be called in today, and he was getting ready to relax. However, life just seemed to be unfair, when it came to him. He rubbed his eyes, continuing to look at the extreme rubble, wondering when the smoke would get to him and shut off his brain. He resisted the urge to rub his stinging eye, continuing to search; his grip on the flashlight getting weaker and weaker.

He slapped himself, a loud sound erupting along with a wince. "Owww!" he shouted, and then continued to look; only this time with a red palm print on his face.

[Anya Veralusina]

Anya looked up at a loud noise, looking around for a moment
until she noticed where it came from. It was from a CSI, who
yelled ow at the same moment... "What... The hell,
are you doing?" She asked aloud to him, her pale blue eyes
a slight glare. This was no time to be fooling around and acting
like a retard, although sometimes it was hard to tell if anyone
in this world was normal anymore. It seemed as though the
CSI's, were very far from halfway normal as well. Annoying,
irritating, dumb idiot, she thought. She had no patience at
all, and that much as obvious when people read the expression
in her eyes. She was very frustrated today, and most of it was
because someone or some people ruined the lives of so many
people, without caring at all. Her frustration was showing when
she spoke to other people as well, even other cops. She no
longer cared now...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan blinked, turning his head and looking towards the female with a slight look of inquiry. "Trying to wake myself up," he said, grinning at her before continuing his work; looking for anything that could trail to the perpetrato-- aha!

Ryan picked up a lighter with his index and middle finger, smiling triumphantly to himself. Now all he needed was his point of origin. Placing the lighter back where he found it, he held his camera and took some pictures, before placing the lighter into a plastic bag as well. Now it was time to look for where the fire started..

[Anya Veralusina]

Anya snorted with obvious disgust at the CSI's reply. That was
stupid. Why not just drink a coffee? Or how about get an alarm
to wake yourself up. Now she had to try and a work with an
annoying, red-palm faced moron CSI who thought he was being
funny with everything he did. That's great. She got more irritated
by the moment. "Moron," she muttered under her
breath with just cold hostility. She didn't care if he heard her or
not. Frustration got through that instantly. She stepped over to
where a firefighter was putting out flames, ignoring his protest to
stay back. Walking around the flames she knelt down beside some
ash, and what looked like a burnt boot. She sighed to herself, then
straightened up and carried on. Whatever was left of the building
was very unstable, but she didn't really care. She ran towards
dangers, not away from it...

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan frowned a little at the way the point of origin was just.. so invisible. Plus, all the smoke removed any smell of gasoline; and he supposed perhaps that was what led to his brain malfunctions. Too much smoke in his system, or something like that. He blinked profusely and then continued on looking.

Gasoline, gasoline.. he thought to himself, resisting the urge to scratch his eye. Again.

[Horatio Caine]

Horatio stood there, after a moment he nodded. "Yes I gave this boy permission," he stated. Why couldn't people just under stand things? he asked himself and waved Kyle through. He then slid under the crime scene tape and headed towards the rubble that was once a hospital. He quickly located Ryan and handed him an evidence box.

[Ashley Renolds]

Ashley was already on edge because of Michaelan, but hearing the word 'fire' made her stain to hear everything and see everything. She raced to the scene and stared, horrified, at the remains of the hospital. She walked under the tape and looked directly at Ryan. She didn't even see Anya, but at least they didn't have a reason to speak to each other."Michaelan comes, and there's a burned down hospital," she said quietly to Ryan. Her eyes were wide with fear. It was the type of thing Michaelan would do in a heartbeat. She guessed that Ryan hadn't thought of her at all.

[Kyle Harmon]

Kyle nodded, following obediently; wondering just exactly it was he would be able to do here. Wasn't everyone professionals or something, people who didn't need help from.. how shall he put it, 'wannabe teenagers'? It sort of made him feel out of place to be around this people, who all knew what they were doing, and obviously didn't feel as nervous as he did. Sure, he was itching to get here not too long ago, but now that the chance was finally laid down in front of him, he questioned himself whether he could actually do what he was supposed to.

Inhaling, he slipped on some latex gloves; swallowing at the same time.

He took out a flash light, bending down and searching through the rubble; the smoke fumes driving him slightly crazy. It was a little nauseating, but he supposed he could handle it..

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan thanked Horatio at the sight of the evidence box, smiling at the man and placing what he found into it. Seeing Kyle surprised him just a little, maybe he was serious about wanting to change. It was slightly cute. A teenager doing his best to become just like his father. Cute.

Ryan blinked at the sound of Ashley's.. partially deteriorated voice, raising his head and looking towards her obviously disturbed face. "Mmhmm. But we're going to have to count everyone in the vicinity as a suspect, too, and treat them equally until we find some evidence that places someone's butt in this place," he said, sticking his tongue out a little disdainfully. Some criminals actually took time to clean up crime scenes this time. But the fact the hospital was burned down, maybe the fire cleaned it up for them.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Opening up her laptop, her computer informed her she had an email. She clicked to open it and immediately noticed it was from Horatio. She bit her lip, usually emails meant trouble. A small gasp escaped her lips. Someone burned a hospital down? Her stomach dropped. Fire. That meant Sorrow was probably involved.

Aiden arrived on the scene as quick as possible. She jogged over to where everyone was gathered, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes stung from the gasoline fumes and her lungs burned from the deteriorating smoke. " Oh my god." She breathed. "Sometimes humanity completely disgusts me..."

[Sorrow Livisque]

Still watching her handiwork, Sorrow's eye flickered gleefully. The CSIs were now inspecting the crime, a quiet giggle escaped her throat. It would be near impossible to trace back to her, a seventeen year-old girl of all people. The intoxicating smell of smoke and gasoline filled her lungs, triggering an adrenaline rush as always.

[Ashley Renolds]

Ash looked up to Aiden and nodded wordlessly. She glanced at Ryan again, then stepped away from everyone. She had more luck when she was alone. She bent down and looked through the rubbish. Her eyes burned, but she kept at it. She sighed and finally rubbed her eyes. She couldn't find anything but melted metal.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden set out to examine the rubble, much like Ash. At first all she spotted was burned metal and ashes. Looking a bit closer, she found what looked like a bone. She frowned, trying to get a bet look to confirm.

[Michaelan Robinson]

Michaelan stood next to Sorrow, her eyes wide and bright with excitement. She was close enough to see the fear on Ashley's voice, and she felt indestructable. She smiled a dark, evil smile and looked at the other CSIs. She was happy that she met Sorrow; she couldn't have done anything like this as great as it was now.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan frowned, wondering just what happened; and who was evil enough to actually kill dying people. He was about ready to fall on the floor twitching due to all the fumes, and maybe vomit; but he willed himself to remain.. okay. At least, look okay. His grip on his flashlight eventually got weaker, and he had to squeeze it every so often.

Daaaang.

[Aiden Hawthorne]

Aiden coughed heavily, the fumes getting to her. She blinked in disbelief. It was a human bone. She moved the rubble gently off the area. She gagged slightly, the bone actually turned out to belong to an entire charred skeleton. Moving more of the rubble she reveal another skeleton and then another. Her eyes pricked with tears. " Somebody. Get the hell over here!" She choked out as loud as she could, covering her mouth with her hand.

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Hearing the shout made Ryan jump a little, and he dropped his flashlight; swearing unprofessionally and looking for it through all the rubble. He picked the item up, running towards Aiden and seeing the mess she found. Charred bone. Would have traces of DNA. He had to give that to Kyle, wouldn't he? Besides, it would be a little interesting to see what he knew about now.

Twitching at the sight of all the dead remains, he crouched down beside Aiden, frowning. "Darn.. that's a lot."

[Kyle Harmon]

The sound of someone wanting another person to get to them was what drove the boy to go towards Aiden and Ryan, his cobalt blue optics widening when he spotted just what Aiden had found. No wonder she was so surprised. He swallowed, looking down at all those bones. "W-Whoa. That's a whole lot of skeletons.." he muttered to himself, having never seen a dump such as this. He sighed.

"I'm gonna have to be analyzing a lot, won't I? Aiden, you find an ID?"

[RYAN WOLFE!™]

Ryan turned his head at the sight of Kyle, smiling just a little at his reaction. It was better than he thought. He thought the kid would turn around, screaming out of fear. Teenagers just didn't handle dead bodies very well. At least, the teenagers that weren't psychopathic murderers.

"No ID yet. We'll never know what we'll find under all this rubble. Kyle, yeah, you got a lot of things to analyze. Valera should help you, though," he said, grinning.

[Horatio Caine]

Horatio had silently creeped up behind the now gathering CSI's and looked over all their shoulders and sighed. He turned and just as quickly and silently slipped away as he did when he came to look. He spotted a few EMT's and coolly walked over to them and told them they would need a couple of body bags.

He walked back to wards the crowd with the EMT's. "Excuse me! Step aside!" he yelled and moved through the crowd and kneeled next to a body and stared at it. How could somebody do this? he wondered and slowly got up and moved away so the EMT's could bag up the bodies. He started to go farther in the hospital, all his senses alert. As he past a room, which he was going to let Ryan or someone else inspect, he heard a muffled rasping sound.

[Anya Veralusina]

The smoke and gases were now beginning to bite at her lungs,
and she coughed heavily, struggling to clear her airway enough
to breath in without pain. She still worked on stepping carefully
through the ashes and soot, and rubble, as she stepped beneath
part of the hospital that hadn't been set on fire. She wheezed
through a gasp, and cough, the smoke coming thicker with the
gasoline because of the parts still on fire burning not far away.
Her eyes started to blur and her vision became painful, her eyes
watering just to try and see. She stopped, for a moment, rubbing
at her eyes and coughing again before moving in. The quicker
away from here, the better.